_Chapter 4:  The Education of Jessica Simmons_
 
 
 
          After Mr. McGavin left, Ron went into the kitchen to find his
mother.  She was at the counter, preparing dinner.  Ron walked up behind her
and gave her a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.  His
mother went stiff for a second, but then seemed to relax, and leaned back ever
so slightly.
 
          "Ron, you shouldn't do that."  she said.
 
          "Why not, Mom?"
 
          She hesitated, unsure of what she was thinking, then, as if her mind
had switched tracks, she brightened a bit.  "Because I can't make your dinner
with you holding me like this."  Ron giggled, and gave a squeeze before
letting go.
 
          "How come your home early tonight, Mom?"
 
          "Well, we finished up at the office, and I wanted to make you guys a
special dinner, so I thought I'd come home early.  Anything wrong with that?"
 
          "No, I was just wonderin'.  You know I like it when your home." 
*Especially now, with my "project" due in less than three months.*  He grinned
to himself, but his thought was interrupted when the phone rang.  He went over
and answered it.
 
          "Hello?"
 
          "Is this Ron?"
 
          "Yes.  Who am I speaking to?"
 
          "Ron, this is Mrs. Simmons, Jessica's mother.  She told us that you
would be willing to tutor her.  You also said you wanted to see her twice a
week, is that right?"
 
          "Yes, ma'am.  Since it's so late in the year, we're going to have to
work a little harder to catch up."
 
          "Well, I appreciate you taking the time.  Mrs. Hayes said your usual
rate is $10 an hour.  Since she's going to need so much extra help, may I pay
you $15 an hour?"
 
          "That's not really necessary, Mrs. Simmons.  As a matter of fact,
chances are that our sessions will run longer than an hour each night.  She
will be my last student on both of those nights.  I did that so I could use as
much time as I felt we needed.  The $10 an hour is fine with me, I don't
really think I need more than that."
 
          "Well.  It is unusual for someone to turn down *extra* pay.  Will
you at least allow me to pay you for the extra time you spend?"
 
          Ron wasn't trying to be generous, he was trying to salve his
conscience.  He knew that the "extra time" wasn't going to be spent
*studying*, after all.  "There's really no need for that, Mrs. Simmons.  I
tell you what, if you feel you need to pay me something extra, let's do this:
wait until the end of the year, and see what Jessica's grade is.  If it's high
enough, then you can pay me a bonus for what you think my work was worth,
okay?"
 
          "Alright, Ron.  That sounds like a good idea.  That way, we'll know
how much you helped.  You do want to start tomorrow night, correct?"
 
          "Yes, ma'am.  And the sessions will be here.  Do you have any
problems with that?"
 
          "No.  Should I?"  she chuckled.
 
          "No, ma'am, but some parents are a little, concerned, about their
daughters with a teenage guy, if you know what I mean."
 
          "Well, I trust you, Ron.  Besides, your mother is usually home by
then, isn't she?"
 
          "Yes, ma'am.  Usually she is home well before eight."
 
          "OK, then.  No problem.  We'll see you tomorrow."
 
          "Okay, Mrs. Simmons.  Good-bye."
 
          "Who was that, Ron?" his mother asked.
 
          "That was Mrs. Simmons, Mom.  I have a new student starting tomorrow
night."
 
          "Anyone I know?"
 
          "Um, no I don't think you've ever met Jessica.  She's in my History
class.  Apparently she's having a lot of trouble with the end of the year
material."
 
          "Do try not to overload yourself, dear.  That's four students you've
got.  That's quite a lot of extra work."
 
          "Don't worry, Mom.  I'm keeping up with my schoolwork, no problem. 
This won't be any harder than before."
 
          "OK, just make sure you're not overworking yourself."
 
          Just then, Ron remembered that he needed to make sure his mom
wouldn't take any notice of his activities with Jessica tomorrow night.  The
only way to do that would be to program her.
 
          "Mom?"  He waited for her to turn her head and then he looked
directly into her eyes.  "You will not remember what I am about to say, but
you will obey me...."
 
 
 
          Thursday was pretty uneventful at school.  The "watcher" was gone,
and Ron was getting better at tuning out the "whispers".  On the other hand,
he found that, with a little effort, he was beginning to be able to hear
thoughts that were not about him.
 
          When History class rolled around, Ron was a little nervous.  he was
worried that his programming of Mrs. Hayes wouldn't hold.  She acted in a
normal fashion, however, going about her business as usual.  When class ended,
Ron reminded Jessica of their appointment, and walked home.  There was a
message on the answering machine when he got there.
 
          "Ron, honey, I've got caught with an assignment here at work.  I
won't be able to make it home until eight or nine o'clock.  There's some money
on my dresser for dinner, or you can heat up the leftover lasagna, whatever
you guys want to do.  Sorry, I'll see you when I get home.  Love ya, bye."
 
*          Well, no big deal there.*  This happened a lot, since Mrs. Chaffey
was a high level executive in her company.  She was often tasked with the
important stuff, and it caused her to be late a lot.  Usually, Ron would have
been annoyed at having to take care of dinner.  On the other hand, it did
allow him some time for Nikki...
 
          Ron headed upstairs and found Nicole in her room, changing out of
her school clothes.  He snuck up behind her as she was pulling her shirt off,
and put his arms around her, massaging her tits with his hands.
 
          "Ooooh, Ron.  That feels good."
 
          "You in the mood, Nik?"
 
          "I'm always in the mood for *you*, big brother!  But what about Mom,
and Dawn?"
 
          "Dawn will be home shortly, and she's free to join us if she wants. 
Mom will be late again."
 
          Ron laid Nikki down on her bed, and slipped her skirt off her hips. 
She lifted up to help him, and she slid her panties down, too.  Now she was
lying on her back, completely naked.  Ron stood up and admired the view for a
second, wondering what he wanted to do.  Then he knelt down and maneuvered her
around so that his mouth was at her pussy.  He licked her up and down, then
used his tongue to probe her love tunnel.  Nicole was moaning and writhing
around on the bed, and murmuring to herself, "Yes, that's sooo good, keep it
up, Oh, God, that feels great."
 
          Ron flicked his tongue across her clit, and Nikki shuddered and
screamed, "Oh, Yes!"  Ron continued lashing her clit until he had Nikki
squirming so hard he almost couldn't keep hold of her.  Then he took her clit
into his mouth and began to suck on it.  Nikki's body went rigid as she
climaxed, and Ron lapped up all of her juices.
 
          When Nikki came down, Ron sat beside her on the bed and said, "Now
it's your turn."
 
          Nicole was more than willing to reciprocate.  Ron had already pulled
off his shirt, and so Nikki went to work on his jeans.  With his help she got
his jeans off, and then pulled down his underwear.  Eating out his sister had
already gotten Ron quite hard, but he stiffened even further when Nikki
wrapped her little hand around his shaft and started pumping.  She continued
this for a few strokes, then started kissing all over his shaft.  Ron leaned
back and enjoyed the experience.
 
          Nikki was really enjoying herself.  She was good at this, and knew
it.  She also knew she was making Ron happy, and after what he'd just done for
her, that was the least she could do for him.  She started licking his cock,
and then planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the head of his cock.  She felt him
shudder, and figured he was enjoying the experience, which he was.  She sucked
the head of his cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around
it.  She knew from their last encounter that he couldn't take too much of
this, so she began sucking more and more of his shaft into her mouth.  She got
almost half in before it hit the back of her throat.  She was afraid to go any
further, though her friend Danielle had told her that some girls took it all
the way down their throat.  Nicole wasn't sure whether to believe Danielle or
not.  Maybe she ought to ask Dawn.  Nikki stopped thinking about that, and
concentrated on the cock in her mouth.  Ron was really bucking now, and she
figured he was about to come.  She started sucking as hard as she could,
swirling her tongue and pumping on the part of his dick not in her mouth.  Ron
tensed, and came.  And came, and came.  And Nikki swallowed it all.
 
          "I see you two just couldn't wait to get started."  said Dawn from
the doorway.  Their was amusement in her voice.
 
          "Oh... Hi, Dawn" said Ron, gasping just a bit.  "Sorry, we...
just..."
 
          "Oh, no need to explain.  So long as you both saved some for me."
 
          "No problem Dawn.  I just got him warmed up."  Nikki replied.  "Why
don't you have him eat your pussy?  He's really good at that."
 
          Dawn got undressed, and Ron laid down fully on the bed.  Nikki was
rubbing him back to hardness, and Dawn straddled his face.  Ron started
licking just as he felt Nikki shift positions on the bed.  He lost his rhythm
a bit as he felt Nikki's hot, tight little pussy engulf his cock, but he
quickly recovered.
 
          Nikki was too hot to start slow.  As soon as she'd gotten Ron's cock
inside her, she was bucking up and down on it.  She was moving as fast as her
body would carry her, and she was swiftly approaching orgasm.  Meanwhile, Ron
was giving Dawn's pussy a good tongue-lashing, and Dawn was enjoying every
minute of it.  Ron reached up and fondled Dawn's tits, paying special
attention to her nipples.  Watching her brother and sister like this drove
Nikki over the edge, and she came loudly, bucking and screaming, her pussy
squeezing Ron's cock in ways that made him wish she'd never stop.
 
          Eventually she did, and she rolled off of him.  Dawn was well
lubricated by this time, and Ron figured she was ready for more.
 
          "You ready for me, Sis?"
 
          "Yeah, Ron, but wait... We need a condom."
 
          "I'll go get it" offered Nikki.  "You two keep going."  That was
more or less Ron's doing, though Nikki might have done it on her own, given
her present state of mind regarding her siblings.  Ron continued to eat out
his sister, paying extra homage to her clit, and Dawn leaned over and started
sucking on his cock to keep it hard.
 
          Nikki returned shortly with the package, and Dawn opened it.  Nikki
watched as Dawn slowly rolled it onto Ron's cock, making it part of the sexual
experience. Ron enjoyed this immensely.
 
          Dawn got off of Ron's face and straddled his body.  Nikki held his
cock while Dawn lowered herself onto it.  A deep moan escaped her lips as her
hips made contact with his.  She stayed that way for a moment, making small
little circles with her hips. Then she began pumping.  Slowly she increased
the pace, until her movement was almost a blur.  She leaned forward to alter
the experience, and Ron bent up and took one nipple into his mouth.  Dawn
leaned forward to make his reach easier.  They kept this up for several
minutes, Ron alternating tits, and Dawn slamming up and down on his cock. 
Finally, Ron felt that urge building up in him.
 
          "I'm about to come, Sis!"  Dawn increased her pace and started
grinding her hips, so that her clit was making more contact as she slammed
down on his cock.  Just then, Ron lightly nipped one of her nipples with his
teeth while he lightly pinched the other.  Dawn went completely rigid, and let
out a moan that might have been heard next door.  Her pussy was pulsing on
Ron's cock, and that was more than he could take.  He came for the second time
in an hour, and he knew he was spent.  He and Dawn lay there in each other's
arms for a few minutes, but then Dawn got up to go take a shower.
 
          "Want to join me, Ron?"  She offered.
 
          "No, I don't think I'd survive, Dawn!  But Nikki looks like she's
ready for more.  Why don't you take her with you?"
 
          "Okay."  She came over and gave him one final, deep kiss.  "Thanks,
little brother.  Come on, Nikki, we both need a shower!"
 
          Nikki and Dawn headed for the shower, and Ron laid on his bed,
wondering whether he'd have anything left for Jessica.  Just the thought of
her caused his loins to stir, so he knew he'd be okay in a couple hours.
 
 
 
          Jessica arrived promptly at 8:00.
 
          "Hello, Jessica, give me just a second here.  Okay, Tom.  You think
you've got the hang of it now?"
 
          "Yeah.  It's a lot clearer now, Ron.  Thanks.  You know, I might
actually get something better than a "D" this year!"
 
          "You'd better.  My reputation depends on it.  Now our time is up,
I'll see you next week."
 
          "OK, Ron.  See ya at school."
 
          "Come on in, Jessica.  Are you ready?"
 
          "Yeah, I guess."
 
          "You don't sound very enthusiastic."  Ron looked deep into her eyes
and saw her face blank.  "You will always tell me the absolute truth.  You
cannot lie to me.  You will forget I said this, but you will obey."  Ron
looked away, and Jessica's face cleared.
 
          "Look, Ron.  Don't tell my mother, but I'm not really having trouble
at school.  I simply don't feel like doing the work."  *Why did I tell him
that?  Shit!  Now he'll tell Mom and I'll be in deep trouble.*
 
          "Hmmm.  I see.  Well, what do you expect me to do about this?"
 
          "Forget I said it and pretend I'm learning something here."
 
          "And what will you be doing?"
 
          "I'll be over at my friend Patty's house."
 
          "Well.... No, I don't think that's an acceptable answer.  Why don't
you just do the work?"
 
          "Because it's all pointless.  Who gives a crap about History anyway?"
 
          "Some famous guy once said 'Those who ignore history are doomed to
repeat it.'  Or something like that."  Just then, Ron heard a low moan from
the room next door.  He glanced at Jessica, but she didn't seem to notice. 
*Good.  My suggestions to her are working.  She won't notice anything from
outside this room.*
 
          "Look, Ron, I don't really give a shit what some guy said forty
zillion years ago.  I'm not interested in learning this crap!"
 
          "Oh, but you will be."  At that point he placed his hand on her arm.
 
          "What the hell are... you....do...ing.....?"  Ron muted her protest
with a mental control.  He wasn't sure if what he was now attempting would
work or not.  He was going to see if he could use Mental Conditionig on
Jessica.  Not to love him, or anything like that, but since she *could*
understand the lessons, he wanted to see if he could make her *want* to
understand them, and do them.  He thought that physical contact helped with
this, since all the times he'd affected his Mom, he was touching her.
 
          Jessica's face took on a look of concentration, then relaxed as
Ron's mental "suggestions" took hold.  He was turning her into a really good
student, though he couldn't guarantee that she would grasp all the work, she
would at least do all the work, and he was sure this would improve her grade.
 
          After about five minutes, Ron stopped, and let go of her.  She
didn't move for a moment, and Ron got a little worried.  Then she shook her
head, looked at him and said, "I've been foolish lately.  I really need to get
caught up with this work.  Can you help me with it, Ron?"
 
*          Damn!  It works!  Well, at least it works for now.  Let's see if it
holds throughout the night into tomorrow.*
 
          "I won't do your work for you Jessica, but why don't you start on
it, and I'll be here if you have any questions.  Go ahead and get started, and
I'll be right back.  Would you like something to drink?"
 
          "No thanks."  Jessica got busily to work on her History, and Ron
stepped out of his room and down the hall.  He peeked into Dawn's room, and
found Nikki and Dawn in a 69, eating each other's pussies like there was no
tomorrow.  *Well, at least they're enjoying themselves.*  Ron wondered about
the change in them, but wasn't overly concerned.  He figured that the fact
their secret was out freed them up just a bit.  He headed down to the kitchen
to get himself a Pepsi, and the bottle of honey.  He had plans for Jessica,
and he wanted to try something he'd seen in a movie.
 
          When he got back to his room, Jessica had already finished the first
section.  It turned out she was a speed reader.  *She could have saved herself
a lot of trouble just by spending ten minutes a day on this.  Some people.* 
Ron really didn't understand people who didn't want to learn.
 
          "How's it going, Jessica?"
 
          "Oh! Ron.  I didn't hear you come back.  It's going okay.  I'm on
section two now."  Ron figured to let her finish section two before he started
her "real" education.  She finished it up in about five minutes.  Ron looked
at his watch, and realized it was only 8:30.  *That gives me plenty of time.*
 
          "Jessica, why don't you take a break?  You don't want to work too
hard at it."
 
          "But I've got so much to catch up on..."  She didn't really want to
stop, but it seemed very hard to go against him.  "Well.... I guess there is
tomorrow night."
 
          "That's right.  No need to push it, you'll forget more if you try to
cram it all in at one time.  Why don't you go sit on the bed and relax?"  This
was a very unusual request, but again, she couldn't seem to fight it.  Ron
was, of course, manipulating her mind with a constant stream of orders and
suggestions.
 
          "Why have you been teasing me all year, Jessica?"
 
          "Because you're such a nerd.  All the girls think you're kinda cute,
but you're always reading something, or tutoring, or doing homework.  You're
just too smart."
 
          "I see.  Do you think that was very nice of you?"
 
          "No."
 
          "What should I do about your behavior, do you think?"
 
          "I don't know, Ron.  You'll have to decide that for yourself."
 
          "Do you deserve to be punished?"
 
          "Well..... Maybe just a little, but I don't know how you would
punish me."
 
          "Jessica, remove your shirt."
 
          "WHAT?"  She didn't realize her hands were already doing as ordered
when she said, "I will NOT!"  Then she looked down at her blouse, and
blushed.  It was already fully unbuttoned.  She stretched her arms and pulled
it off.
 
          Ron was sitting across the room admiring the view.  Just then, he
heard his mother come in the front door.  He wasn't worried about her; he was
sure his commands would hold.  They were holding on everyone else.  He did,
however, call down to her, more to let the girls know she was home than
anything.
 
          "Hi, Mom!  We're all upstairs!"
 
          Ron heard her come up the stairs.  "Hi, honey.  Oh, hello, Jessica. 
Is everything going alright up here, Ron?"
 
          "Sure, Mom.  I think the girls are in Dawn's room talking.  If
you'll excuse us, we have to continue what we were doing."  Jessica thought
this was outrageous: surely Ron's mother would not stand by and leave her son
in a room with a girl who didn't have a shirt on.  But Mrs. Chaffey left, and
Ron closed the door.
 
          "Thank you, Jessica, for removing your shirt, but your bra is
blocking my view.  Remove it, please."  An extra command had quieted her down,
so that she wouldn't disturb the rest of the household.
 
          "Ron, don't..."  Again, her hands were doing as ordered.  Ron was
enjoying this.  He was getting better at  'direct motor control'.  He also
liked allowing her to talk during the process.  It turned him on to hear her
beg.  She removed the bra and dropped it on top of her shirt on the floor.
 
          "Very nice."  Actually, she wasn't much to look at after what he'd
already seen this week, but he was a teenager, and tits were tits.  Ron walked
across the room and began to stroke them, forcing Jessica not to move with a
mental command.  He continued this for a while, but then grew bored.
 
          "Stand up and remove your pants and panties."
 
          "Ron, please, stop this..."  But of course, there was no way in hell
he was going to stop this now.  A whole year of pent up anger was coming to
the surface.  He wasn't sadistic: he knew he couldn't hurt her, but humiliate
her?  That he would do gladly.  As her panties hit the floor and she stepped
out of them, all she had on were her shoes and socks.  Ron decided he'd let
her keep these on.
 
          "Sit back on the bed, lean against the wall."  She did as she was
instructed, but the look on her face showed the fear she felt.
 
          "Spread you legs."  She tried to fight this, but it wouldn't work. 
Slowly, inexorably, her legs came open.
 
          "Now then, Jessica,  We're going to make a little film."  Ron pulled
the video camera out of his closet, and set it up on its tripod.
 
"And you are going to be the star."  At this point, Ron took mental control of
her mind.  He needed her to look as if she was completely into the film.  This
was just an insurance policy, in case she ever threatened him, or if his
control over her slipped somehow.
 
          Ron's new commands started to settle into Jessica's mind, and she
became very hot.  She needed to touch herself.  Her face took on a look of
pure lust.  <*Masturbate*.>  With that mental command, Jessica's hands flashed
to her pussy.  She rubbed herself up and down to get her juices flowing, and
then started fucking a finger up inside.  Her other hand wandered up to her
breast, and she began kneading what little she had.  This was really turning
Ron on, and he was having trouble sticking to his plan.  After a few moments,
he tossed her the bottle of honey.  <*Pour this over yourself, especially on
your pussy.>*  He'd seen this in 9 1/2 weeks.  His mother had the movie hidden
in her closet, but he'd long since explored every nook and cranny of her
bedroom.  She used the squeeze bottle to get every bit of honey she could onto
her body.  Then she resumed rubbing herself all over.  It wasn't long before
she was writhing in orgasm.
 
          At that point, Ron turned off the tape.  That was all he needed for
insurance purposes.  He stripped off his clothes and walked over to her.  As
he did, he released his mental controls, but kept the physical ones in place.
 
          "What the he...  My God!  What did I do?"
 
          "You did what you are still doing, Jessica.  You masturbated on
film.  Now the real fun begins."
 
          "What are you going to do?"
 
          "Whatever I want."  Ron grabbed her ankles and pulled her into a
lying position, but with her legs still spread wide.  He moved to her side,
and started licking at her neck, making sure he got all the honey off of her
body.  Despite herself, Jessica's nipples started to harden again from the
feelings he was causing.  Ron noticed this and smiled.
 
          He finally worked his way to her tits, and spent quite a bit more
time there than he actually needed to.  By the time he moved on, she was
squirming as much as she could with his movement restriction in place.
 
          Ron slowly worked his way down her body, cleaning off all the
honey.  He skipped over her pussy, and moved down to her lower legs.  He
crawled between her legs, and started to lick his way up.  She was really
thrashing now, and moaning unintelligible words, but they sounded like
encouragements.
 
          As he approached her mound, she started bucking her hips towards his
face, in an effort to make contact.  He teased her, letting his tongue make
only the most feathery touch on her lips.  This drove her crazy and increased
her efforts tenfold.  Finally, he relented and dove in.  He lapped up the
mixture of honey and love juice, enjoying every drop.  He ate her out in his
best style, using all he had learned from his sisters.  It wasn't even a
minute before she had her second orgasm of the night.
 
          After she calmed down, there was a small look of hope in her eyes. 
*Maybe he's done with me now.*  Not a chance.  Her education was just starting.
 
          Ron moved up and straddled her chest.  He didn't want to fuck her
yet.  There was too much pressure in his dick: he would come too quickly.  He
had learned that he could last longer the second time.
 
          "You are now going to suck my dick.  You will *not* try to hurt
me."  This command, he made sure, carried the force of the Voice of God.  He
was well aware of the teeth in her mouth, and he knew it would hurt A LOT if
she used them.
 
          "No, Ron, please, don't make me-"  She couldn't talk anymore because
Ron had stuck his dick in her mouth.  This was an awkward position.  For her,
at any rate.  She had to hold her head up to keep his cock in her mouth.  He
fucked her face for only a couple minutes before he blew his load down her
throat.  A mental order to swallow it took care of any possible mess.  He kept
her sucking until he'd gotten hard again, then he pulled out.
 
          "I think you know what's coming next, don't you?"
 
          "Yes.  Please, Ron-"
 
          "Shut up."  Her pleading had gotten old, but he didn't feel like
using his power to stop her.  He crawled down her until he was even with her
body, and poised himself to enter her.  Then he realized that he hadn't even
kissed her yet.  He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.  She responded,
and he could taste his come on her tongue.  He wasn't sure whether he liked
the taste or not.  As he was kissing her, he pressed his cock to her pussy
lips, trying to find the hole.  He managed it on his second try, and he
pressed in.  Jessica tensed, but Ron wouldn't break the kiss.  He fucked her
like that for some time, then he remembered his plan.  Ron had decided that
the ultimate humiliation of Jessica would be something he knew she would
resist with all the strength she could muster.  He pulled out of her and stood
up.
 
          "What are you doing now?"  She knew whatever it was, she wasn't
going to like it.
 
          "Oh, just getting ready for the next part, that's all."  He walked
over to his dresser and got the jar of Vaseline.  He opened it, and, as he was
applying some to his dick, he said, "Stand up and walk over to the chair." 
She did as she was told, a look of dread on her face.
 
          Ron walked over to the chair after he figured he had enough lube,
and sat down.  "Turn around."  She did so, and Ron was presented with a
beautiful view of her ass.  He told her body not to move, and she was frozen
in place.  Ron stood back up, bent her over, spread her ass cheeks, and
pressed his cock to her asshole.
 
          "Nooooooooooo."  She would have screamed if he had let her, but at
this point she had no way of fighting back.  Ron slowly but steadily pushed
himself into her.  When he was fully inside, he sat back down, pulling her
with him.
 
          "Now, you will fuck me like the slut you are.  You had better make
me enjoy it, too."  There was absolutely no chance that he wouldn't enjoy it,
but he figured a little threat never hurts.
 
          Jessica started bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly, very
slowly at first, but speeding up as her insides lubed and loosened.  There
were tears streaming down her face now, and Ron found that very exciting.
 
          Ron was really enjoying himself.  He reached around and grabbed her
tits.  They were small enough that they didn't even really bounce with her
movement.  On the other hand, she had nice nipples that he could pinch.  This
he did, and this seemed to turn her on some.  Then he reached down and started
finger-fucking her while he rubbed her clit with his other hand.  With this,
she leaned back against him and started moaning.  Ron wouldn't let her slow
down her movement, though.  He was close to coming, and he wasn't about to let
her stop now.  He could feel that tight feeling in his balls, and then it just
let go.  he spurted gobs of come up into her ass, and this, on top of what he
was doing with his hands, sent her over the edge for the third time that night.
 
          Ron pulled out of her as his cock started to go limp.  He looked at
the clock.  *9:30.  Well, I told them I'd be devoting extra time.*  He got
Jessica dressed, but he only put on his underwear and a robe.  

          "You're going to pay for this, Ron Chaffey.  The police are going to
arrest you."
 
          "No they're not, Jessica, and do you know why?"
 
          "Why?"  She said it with venom in her voice, and stared him straight
in the eye.  Which was, of course, precisely what he wanted her to do.  Her
face immediately blanked.
 
          "Because you're not going to tell them.  You will remember tonight,
but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened.  Whenever you are asked,
you will tell them that we were studying the whole time.  You will not attempt
to give off subtle clues about what happened.  You will act completely
normal.  Also, whenever you think of me from now on, you will get turned on. 
You will remember all of this, but you will not be able to tell anyone any of
it.  Nod if you understand."  Jessica nodded, and Ron let out a breath.  He
just had to hope it held.
 
          "Now then, Jessica, we're done studying for the night.  I'll see you
tomorrow night, and we'll get to the third and fourth sections, at least. 
Good-night."
 
          Jessica mumbled "Good-night, Ron."  and walked out the door.  His
commands wouldn't take full effect until she left his house, so her reaction
didn't surprise him.  He wanted her to remember this night, and all the others
that would follow.  He wanted her to react to him like she would if she had a
choice in the matter.  But only inside his house.  In here, he felt secure.
 
          Ron wondered where his Mom had got off to, and went looking for
her.  He found her in her bedroom, lying on her bed.
 
          "Rough day, Mom?"
 
          "Yeah, Ron.  It seemed like I walked a thousand miles today."
 
          "Do your feet hurt?  Want me to rub them?"
 
          "Oh, yes!  Would you?"  This was normal.  Ron was very good at
giving massages.  The family was very appreciative of his talents.  But Ron
had an ulterior motive.  He started rubbing her feet, but meanwhile, he was
attempting to make minor adjustments to her attitudes.  He made it so she
wasn't interested in dating, but that she would still get horny.  He made it
so that she would notice his body.  He stopped short of making her want him: 
that was his restriction.  He was afraid he'd have to break his own
restriction in order to complete the project by June, but he was going to give
it a shot.  He continued rubbing her feet until 10:00, and by then his hands
were nearly numb.
 
          "How's that, Mom?"
 
          "Oh, that was just great, honey.  Thank you very much."
 
          "Well, I'm gonna go to bed now.  It's been a long day."  Ron leaned
down to give his Mom a hug, and her kiss.  He lingered longer than before
today, wondering what reaction he'd get.
 
          When he broke the kiss, his mother began to say something. 
"Ronald...."
 
          "Yeah, Mom?"  He knew she was arguing with herself, and he wanted to
see which way it would go, so he didn't interfere.
 
          "Good night.  Sleep well, dear."
 
*          YES!*  "Okay, you too, Mom.  Love ya."
 
          "I love you too, Ron."